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i realized i never posted this here, but fanart for chapter 20 of @e-milieeee ‘s The Dark Between Stars, i am so mentally ill over them
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AHHHHHH NOT THE DARK BETWEEN STARS GETTING SPICY MID FLIGHT
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Wayfiding points is what I call them. All of the moles, freckles, birthmarks and scars I’ve memorized ❤️
#bibliophile#books#bookblr#bookstagram#texas#houston#male reader#reading#bibliófilos#bookmark#the dark between stars#atticus#hombres que leen#hombres leyendo#men who read
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The bravest thing she ever did was to stay alive each day.
Atticus, from “The Dark Between Stars”
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"She wasn't looking for a knight. She was looking for a sword."
-Atticus, "The Dark Between Stars"
#book quotes#currently reading#books#book review#atticus#strong women#womens history#womens history month#herstory#empower women#the dark between stars#quotes
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"Where have I seen this before?"
The individual frames:
Bonus: concerned brothers
#my art#artzeeart#artists on tumblr#sonic the hedgehog#sonic fanart#sonic himself#miles tails prower#tails the fox#shadow the hedgehog#maria robotnik#ark siblings#unbreakable bond#THIS IS NOT SHIP ART#don't tag it as such thank you#this is based off that sonic channel art that has shadow and Maria looking at the stars#this was in my drafts for a while so after seeing the dark beginnings video I had to stop slacking on this and finish it#the parallels between these four are so interesting#tw glitch#the gif is super compressed but whaddaya gonna do
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~ Atticus
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small drawing as im looking forward to watching tales of the empire tomorrow
#star wars#tales of the empire#the grand inquisitor#barriss offee#saw a quote by filoni or whoever#where he was like barriss may have inspired TGI to his turn towards the dark side#so im like hello.... @ them interacting in the trailer#hoping for a nice scene between them#her betrayal turns him inquisitor... he trains her as an inquisitor... its like poetry it rhymes.png#they gotta have a reason to explicitly retcon TGI into the clone wars storyline right#he also baits kanan with luminara... then later is so afraid of the consequences of failure...#idk if done right barriss could retroactively haunt the narrative of rebels s1#not to get my expectations up cause theres like a dozen other characters and its just 3(?) shorts#but it could be kino#2024#tote
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He sees her in his nightmares. In the darkness.
She's changed. Broken from losing him.
#reylo#reylogifs#rey#ben solo#kylo ren#star wars#starwarsgifs#starwarsgifset#reylogifset#reylo au#reylo alternate universe#dark rey#65#65 movie#adam driver#daisy ridley#world between worlds#wbw
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Darkness between the stars
Darth!Steve Rogers x female reader
Author's Note: On my recent wave of feels after Anakin's cameo in Ahsoka, I couldn't stop thinking about powerful Jedi Steve Rogers, who was once galaxy's hope, turning dark. This is very loosely inspired by Anakin's storyline, without going full on Vader-look (because Steve's face is too pretty to cover it with that ugly helmet; sorry, I make the rules here).
summary: You followed your Master when he gave in to the dark side, not believing the twisted values the Emperor spew, but because you couldn't imagine being anywhere other than by Steve's side. Even if you accepted the fact Steve's heart may forever belong to the woman he once loved.
warnings: angst; hurt/comfort; soft dark!Steve Rogers; some power imbalance; choking kink; implied age gap (since Steve was the Reader's Master), but Reader is of age
The threat of thudding footsteps caused a spike of fear among the Imperial officers passing in the corridor outside - you sensed the stench of it. You could easily imagine them scattering away as quickly as possible, or trying to blend with the walls.
As cowardly as it was, it was also wise. Finding yourself in the path of an angry Sith Lord would end badly.
Thankfully, the medical droid stitching up your leg had no real human feelings, so it continued its work without a hitch even as the seal to the med bay opened and Steve stormed in.
All in his towering, dark glory.
Black robe swiping the floor, deadly lightsaber strapped to the utility belt, shiny buckles on the reinforced leather gloves on his hands.
Darth Nomad. Sith Lord.
Once upon a time a great, idealistic Jedi Master, Steve Rogers.
Though the Jedi Order no longer existed and his path had turned dark and bloody, he still remained Steve to you.
Only in privacy. Always in your heart, even as you addressed him as Master or Nomad when other's ears and eyes were on you. He owned you; his claws ran far deeper and clutched stronger than Palpatine’s influence on him.
You harbored a crush on your Master for years, hiding your thoughts and longing every day. As well every night, when you rested in your chamber at the Jedi temple and he returned into the arms of his beloved wife in her lush suite.
When you followed Steve to kneel at the Emperor's feet and pledge loyalty to the dark side, you perfectly sold the lie of the ambitious, proud apprentice who was bitter the Jedi were too weak. You claimed to want to continue your training and be on the winning side, the side of true power.
What you truly wanted was to be with Steve, even if it was only to suffer unrequited love as you helped him drown the world in blood.
The Emperor somehow bought it, or maybe simply thought it useful to have you serve the Empire, no matter your actual motivation.
However, Steve saw right through you.
He didn't confront you right away. Not for months. Until the two of you were on a solo quest, treading through the lush flora of an outer-rim planet, searching for an ancient artifact - much like you used to do as Jedi.
Did he catch you looking at his profile too long? Did he sense the change in your heartbeat whenever he was close? Was your Force bond so strong that he glimpsed into your desperate dreams?
Or maybe Steve simply knew you so well, after all the years.
When he reached for you, when he touched you, you knew it could deepen your later suffering. But you still gave in, if only for one night. If only you could taste him and fall apart under his command this one time.
But it wasn’t just one night. Nor a few chance encounters over the years.
Whatever it was between the two of you, has become a regularity. A wicked norm that sated, as well enhanced the craving that’s been burning inside of you. It seemed there was never enough; the desire for him simmered beneath your skin every day and your desperate love pushed you further into howling darkness.
Eerie, that love was what pushed Steve to the dark side as well.
There were other factors, layers upon layers, but it was the heart that sealed the deal. For the both of you.
Your tragedy was that Steve’s heart would never be yours.
So you fed off on everything else you were given - Steve’s attention, his lust, his protectiveness.
Which was why he stomped through the Executor like a deadly storm cloud - in his case, literally deadly - led by rage.
You knew it was mostly directed at the scum who dared to wound you, but some of it was also at you. For being careless in your small mission, which you attempted to keep secret from him.
His black cloak floated ominously around Steve as he stepped inside; his fingers clenched into fists, stretching the leather of his gloves.
“How serious is the injury?” Even in anger, Steve’s voice remained calm.
You opened your mouth to say it’s not that bad, but he gave you a pointed look that meant he wasn’t talking to you and that you were in serious trouble. The kind that may end with your ass bruised.
“A level two blaster wound to the thigh,” the medical droid reported. “It missed the artery and the muscle will rebuild with the protein enhancer we’ve injected. Patient’s skin has been sutured.”
Steve’s gaze flicked to your bare leg, eyes narrowing as he assessed the dressing over your wound. The droid wasn’t bothered by it, but if a living person was here instead, they’d sweat in fear of his disapproval.
“The patient may experience impaired mobility for the next day. No other complications are expected.”
Steve nodded, his eyes still on your leg. Though his trimmed beard gentled the sharp line of his jaw, you still saw the nervous tick of muscle. Then his gaze shifted along your half-dressed body and settled on your face.
He stepped closer to the bed and cupped your chin. Scent of familiar leather pleasantly dispersed the annoying smell of medical antiseptics.
“I’m gone for two days and you get yourself in trouble, Stardust.” Steve squeezed your chin a tad harder. “Should I keep you at my side at all times, like an irresponsible apprentice freshly in training?”
“Or-” he leaned in; the blue of his eyes searing like his old lightsaber- “maybe I’ll confiscate your weapon and keep you as a bedwarmer only?”
Before you managed to utter I’m sorry for failing, Master, Steve was lifting you in his arms. Stealing your breath with the gesture.
One arm beneath your knees, the other under your back. Your heart stopped for a moment, then rushed in a rapid pattern as he carried you out of the med bay.
It had to be a bizarre sight - the Dark Lord of the Sith, most feared in the whole galaxy Darth Nomad, who snapped necks with a flick of a wrist; was carrying a woman through the Star Dreadnought.
However, no one dared to stare, or even flick a curious glance your way.
Steve showed softness when you both laid spent after fucking, or simply wrapping an arm around your middle when you were sleeping, but he never carried you like that.
Even when he wanted you in a certain position when he fucked you, he either told you to do it the right way, or used the Force to bend your body how he wished.
Being cradled in his arms, out in the open, soothed that deep longing for true care on his part. Taunted you with deep feeling that you knew would never be real.
“Something’s troubling you.” Steve stated when the double-sealed entrance to his (and yours) chambers closed behind you. “And it’s not your injury, I sense.”
He crossed the space to the bedroom, where cold blue light changed into unsettling red that you learned to associate with safety. Black and red used to mean the enemy, the danger, even death, but Steve made you love it. Conditioned you to see it as the setting you belonged in.
“Well, my failure in successfully finishing my deal on Serenno,” you shrugged, but instantly cringed as you felt that lie failed miserably.
You weren’t a bad liar. When it came to Steve, however, it was as if the ability was malfunctioning.
At least ever since he slipped his gloved finger between your lips for the first time and softly commanded you to admit how much you craved him.
You yelped as Steve suddenly dropped you onto the bed. The muscle in your thigh spasmed, sending a painful jolt. Fingers gripping the dark sheets, you breathed through the wave of ache as you lifted your gaze to look at Steve.
His black robe dropped to the floor. He set his lightsaber down on the black, lacquered table, then unbuckled his utility belt. It fell to the floor with a dull thud.
“You do not lie to me, Stardust,” Steve’s glare was a warning as he braced his hands on his hips and waited for your honesty.
The reason hidden deep in your heart could bring you more trouble than withholding the truth from Steve. You feared speaking it aloud may cut you out of Steve’s life completely, if he learned that you were desperate for so much more than his cock.
But there was no way of hiding it from him for long. Not when he was on a hunt to rip that truth out of you.
Steve would get to it one way, or another. One could perhaps be a sexually torturous way, but there was also a chance of him reaping it from your mind with the Force.
You took a deep breath, forcing a cold sheet to form around your fluttering heart and make you seem indifferent to your own emotions, like you did at the beginning of your life on the dark side. Your fingers tightened their grip on the smooth, dark sheets.
“Your gesture startled me,” you admitted. “I know I’m of certain value to you, as a lover and as a former Padawan. Being carried like that, like you cared, incited foolish thoughts in my head.”
Steve’s eyes narrowed as a frown marred his forehead. His head tilted slightly to the side, his gaze never allowing yours to drop.
“Elaborate,” he requested, but you knew that despite the calm tone it was a command.
“It almost ignited a stupid hope to have your heart,” you spat out bitterly, “which would never happen, I’m aware, Master. I know there was only one woman who had your heart and it lies buried with your wife.”
With the woman who wasn’t strong enough to pull him off that edge of destruction, nor had the guts to fall with him and rule by his side.
Steve’s hand shot forward, fingers curled in an open grip. The yank of incredibly powerful Force pulled your body upwards, as if you were a featherlight ragdoll. He made your body flow in the air, inches above the floor.
The pressure around your neck cinched. He wasn’t touching you, yet it felt as if Steve’s gloved fingers were wrapped around the front of your neck, squeezing your throat.
It spiked fear and adrenaline, but also roused your body in ways no other lover ever could.
Your body froze in place right in front of Steve, the Force still keeping you hanging in the air.
“You are right to say my heart was buried with my wife.” Steve growled through clenched teeth. “It’s left in the past that we burned to the ground.”
A gasp escaped your lips as Steve’s hand firmly wrapped around your neck. Though he still used the Force to move your body, it was also his sheer strength behind his movement as he walked you backwards until your back met the wall.
“You’re not in my heart, Stardust, because I no longer have one,” his hot breath tickled your cheek as Steve’s face inched even closer.
“You’re not my love. You’re more. You’re m i n e.”
What filled your heart felt similar to the overwhelming lightness you used to be connected with, once upon a time.
The Force eased back and your body sagged, but Steve’s hand was still firm on your throat. Holding you up as your toes tried to reach the floor and give you some support.
No, he wouldn’t let you down easily. He would drive in the point that he was your support. He was your sustenance. He would hold you up, as well destroy you.
“You’re my fucking everything!”
Steve bit your bottom lip, making you cry out at the sudden sting. Then the flick of his tongue soothed it before he swiped between your parted lips. The way Steve kissed you was more consuming than the darkness you dwelled in; more burning than the lightsaber’s blade.
When he pulled away, your lips were swollen and tingling, and your cunt was pulsing with need.
“You’ll repent for endangering what’s mine-” Steve’s chuckle was a brush of tempting darkness as his free hand slid up your wounded thigh- “tomorrow, when it’s fully healed.”
“Yes, Master,” you moaned as his fingers changed their course and teased your folds beneath the short, medical robe.
#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers x female reader#steve rogers x you#Darth!Steve Rogers#Jedi!Steve Rogers#dark Steve Rogers#(In the aspect of being a Sith Lord)#soft dark Steve Rogers#(when it comes to reader)#Darkness between the stars
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I am of the opinion that Isabeau probably wakes Siffrin up at night years after the fact to just whisper I love you to them like he was planning to during the clocktower sleepover and Siffrin promptly bursts into tears, it probably becomes a regular thing when Isabeau wakes up in the middle of the night after the journey is over
#Isat#In stars and time#Isat spoilers#isat isafrin#isat isabeau#Isat siffrin#I dunno I just think there's something reassuring about someone saying I love you in your bed#The blankets warm between the two of you and the dark night making it seem more secretive then it is#Intimate in ways that can only be done with pure affection and care for the other....#Big love for people saying I love you without fear#And the other who had been waiting for so long to hear it being finally able to say it back...#But not as frantic or as loud as the confession went but a simple and sleepy affection that comes from familiarity#And knowing the other already knows but needing to remind them that hey. I love you.#Anyway I'm good now I was just thinking about my chronic bitchless life and got a tad sad
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Even stardust shimmers, darling 🌟 (Patreon)
#Doodles#ISaT#Loop#ISaT spoilers#Mostly inspired by The Star of Your Dreams tbh <3 There'll be more after this as well haha#Will I ever give any Sif two eyebrows?#Not as long as they've got the one eye!#I also don't know why it just feels more correct to leave the expression ''blank'' I guess#Anyway Sif!Loop is a massive cutie and I'm fully drawn in by them looking Just Similar Just Different from him hehe#Sparkle-shaped scar! Yes absolutely#The robe is 100% Star of Your Dreams lol - I know they're obscured by their pose and it's dark but also sheer?? Their modesty??? Lol#Comfy PJs underneath - personally I saw the robe in my mind's eye as getting more sheer the closer to the extremities it got#So fully opaque over the body and very organza and see-through around the wrists and ankles and so on#Either's cute tho ���#Differentiating Loop with a sleeveless is also excellent ah <3 Show off the arms! The sparkles!#Which can be taken as Fine and Not painful if you wanted :') I don't but it's fine it's fine lol#They're just sparkly! It doesn't mean anything else! ;;#They really are quite cute <3#Tired or smarmy there's no in-between lol#Their eyes really are fun to draw mismatched in more than just pupil :D
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On evenings when you’re just out of reach, I look for you in my poetry books 📖 🌙
#bibliophile#books#bookblr#bookstagram#texas#houston#male reader#reading#bibliófilos#bookmark#hombres leyendo#hombres que leen#the dark between stars#atticus
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We will never get back the life we waste trying to be normal.
Atticus, from “The Dark Between Stars”
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if yord had lived he'd be leading the hunt for qimir and osha and we would've gotten the most delicious tension between him and qimir. qimir would start out frustrated that yord got away, intent on finishing what he started. and yord, once hunted, now hunter, once an exemplary jedi, and now solely focused on revenge disguised as righteous justice (which it is also a bit of that). and qimir starts to enjoy the game, the chase. and in this timeline, sol still dies, osha still goes with qimir, but yord was unconscious, recovering in a bacta tank, so all he knows when he wakes up is that qimir is out there and took osha, his friend, away. so then you also have the tension of that confrontation, the realization that osha has willingly turned, and that maybe yord can't blame her for that, because what has he been doing these past many months, years, maybe, but give in to the selfish desire to finish what he started too?
#in this au vernestra doesn't blame sol for all the deaths. like maybe she doesn't say it was her apprentice#but she says they're dealing w someone powerful#like she can't lie about that bc yord can testify#and in this maybe jecki lives. on one hand - probably not bc yord's guilt about her death would be SO GOOD#but on the other hand just maybe stick her in a coma for a while idk lol. until she joins him on the hunt#plus if she lives osha's betrayal will feel more personal...... hmm....#i literally do not have time to write another fic. i haven't even finished the ones i'm currently working on!!!#but now this is sticking in my brain.....#idk that post about yord's little gay earring just made me think that he should have gay tension with qimir. just a thought#like if we REALLY wanted to discuss the themes of light and dark and the in-between#and the whole 'nobody wakes up and thinks they're the bad guy' theme#maybe we should've left the very stoic uptight capital g Good Guy jedi alive to challenge that#yord fandar#qimir#osha aniseya#the acolyte#star wars#sticking this in the tag:#my writing#bc i very well might come back to this
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Skuld in quantum design :)
#kingdom hearts#kh#khux#khux Skuld#kh skuld#kingdom hearts Skuld#skuld kh#Skuld kingdom hearts#got distracted from typing the tags by going to watch cutscenes with Skuld my friend Skuld in them#I love her#design notes: she got the scarf because it reminded her of Ephemer AND Braig#you can’t see it but under it she has a star necklace that reminded her of Player#this is based on the subject x Skuld theory! hence the scar. she got it either from just player or got one of the lines from fighting#darkness and the other from player idk#her coat was given to her by Braig/Luxu when he broke her out of radiant garden! it’s slightly too small for her now#she’s tall!!! to me. over 6ft. not quite Lea but still tall#her earrings are the only things that survived from her original outfit. everything else is new#she doesn’t have gloves because I forgo. then I was really happy with how I shaded the hand so I’m not putting gloves on her now.#but she probably does have them#she’s been living in Quantum for a while and is sorta tied up in some illegal shit but nothing really bad.#her and Strelitzia are friends!!! they met at a coffee shop when it was raining and Shuld was the only one with an umbrella#they didn’t realise they were both from daybreak until Skuld saw a painting Strez did and broke down crying.#her memory is still kinda fucked. when she first arrived in Quantum she didn’t remember her name yet and went by X.#she started collecting things that reminded her of the friends she couldn’t quite remember. she’s got a shoe box or two of trinkets#she also will get something if it reminds her of Lea/Isa because even if being in RG was hell she still misses them.#also Vanitas is there. he’s her terrible little brother who bites people. she loves him. he is the only reason she knows her own name#she found him and her heart recognised him as Ventus her brother Ventus. she knows he’s not all of Ventus now but it’s too late#he’s her little brother now. she’s trying to rehabilitate him like taming a feral kitten. he’s switching between ‘I want to be loved’ and#‘I’m evil fuck you’. she introduces as ‘this is my evil brother he is terrible and rude but we’re working on it and I love him.’#she would get along great with Sora I think.
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